"just meeting for a beer or two"...

I'm old enough to know better than to think that I can meet up with friends, while in a good mood, when life is going great, and think I'm going to be able to go to a bar for a beer or two. Really, look who is writing this blog. Actually, let me back up to the start of the day. Me and a buddy go to an Astro's game, we start drinking at noon. 6 beers during the game, remember just getting started. Fast forward a couple of hours and BOOM at the bar. 2 in the morning rolls around, and we're 1 beer and 6.5pitchers into the night. THAT SHOULD NOT BE CONSIDERED NORMAL FOR ME!!!! What is my love for beer. Why do I feel like we're best friends and when we hang out I don't want to stop. Yes we have had alot of good times, and if it weren't for pictures, I would not remember half of the good memories I have made.

yeah I got nothing

I'm sad because I don't have anything to blog out. Life as been kind of boring lately. I guess I should feel blessed about that. I need one good night of, "what in the hell did we do" kind of things. I need a night where in the morning we're rescueing someone from jail or the pound. Dexter walked by, that's where the pound came from. Or one good night where you come home smelling like stripper sweat but you don't remember being at a strip joint. I know all 3 people reading this understand what I'm talking. OR a night where you end of up at Denny's but you're worn out that you face plant into your pancakes and one friend picks your head up and another friend feeds you a pancake that now looks like you.

Before the summer is out, we're having a night like that. So if you don't want to join...move to another country. I will come find you!